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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.