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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.