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 Malta 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.