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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 June Days to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.