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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
UT,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.