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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Josef K,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.