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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.