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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Wings,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.