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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.