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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.