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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.