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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.