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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.