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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.