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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.