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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.