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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.