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 France 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.