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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Symarip,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.