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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.