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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.