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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Technova,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.