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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.