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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.