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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.