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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.