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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.