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 France and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.