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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.