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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Franke,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
10cc,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.