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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Make Up,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.