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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.