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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.