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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.