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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.