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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Groovy Waters 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.