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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Human League to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.