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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Slave to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.