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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.