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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.