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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.