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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.