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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.