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 Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.