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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.