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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Motorama,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.