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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.