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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.