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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.