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 Poland 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.