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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.