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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.