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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.