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 China and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.