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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.