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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.