Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.