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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.