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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.