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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.