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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.