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 Gabon and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.