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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.