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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.