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 Korea North 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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.