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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.