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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.