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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 linndrum 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 June Days to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.