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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.