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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Magma,
MC5,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.