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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.