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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Urselle,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.