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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Japan,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.