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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Can,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.