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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.