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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.