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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.