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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Crime to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.