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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.