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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.