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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.