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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.