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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.