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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.