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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.