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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.