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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.