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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 London and Copenhagen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.