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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Index,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.