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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
UT,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.