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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.