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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.