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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.