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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.