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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.