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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.