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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.