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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
10cc,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.