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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.