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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.