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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.