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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.