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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.