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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.