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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.