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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.