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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Magma,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.