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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.