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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.