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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.