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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.