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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Scion,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.