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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 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 EPMD 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.