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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.