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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
AZ,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.