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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.