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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.