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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.