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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.