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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.