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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 Milan and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.