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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.