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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.