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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.