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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.