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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.