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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.