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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Organ to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Slave,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.