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 Turkey 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Nas,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Scion,
Wire,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.