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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.