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 Mexico City.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.