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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.