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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.