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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.