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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.