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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
AZ,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.