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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.