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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.