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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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?
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.