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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.