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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.