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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.