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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.