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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Index,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.