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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.