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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.