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 Korea South and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.