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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.