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 Spain 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Index,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.