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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.