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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.