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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.