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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.