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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Magazine,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.