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 Greece 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.