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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.