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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.