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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.