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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.