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 Netherlands 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.