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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.