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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.