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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.