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 Iran 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.