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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.