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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.