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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Organ,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.