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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.