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 Canada 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.