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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.