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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.