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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
PIL,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.