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 India and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.