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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.