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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.