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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Index,
ABC,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.