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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.