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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.