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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.