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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Ice-T 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.