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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.