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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.