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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.