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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.