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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.