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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.