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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.