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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.