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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.