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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.