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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.