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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.