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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.