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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.