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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.