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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.