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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Neon Judgement 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.