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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Magma,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.