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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.