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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Names,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.