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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.