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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Japan,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.