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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
X-102,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.