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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.