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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.