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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.