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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.