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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.