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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.