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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.