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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Slits,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.