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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.