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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.