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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.