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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.