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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Deakin 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 disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.