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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.