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 Finland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Mars,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.