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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.