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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.