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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.