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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.