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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Faust,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.