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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.