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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.