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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
MDC,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Roxette,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.