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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.