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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Index,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.