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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
the Association,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.