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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
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.