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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
MC5,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.