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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Television,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.