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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.