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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.