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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.