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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.