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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.