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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Scion,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.