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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
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.