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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Gong,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.