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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
The Names,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.