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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 Lou Reed 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.