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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Scion,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.