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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.