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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.