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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.