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 Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
New Order,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.