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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Faust,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.