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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
AZ,
Josef K,
Scion,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.