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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.