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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.