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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.