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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.