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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Technova,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.