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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.