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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column 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?
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.