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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.