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 Benin 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.