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 Congo and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.