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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.