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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.