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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Cluster,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.