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 Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.