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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.