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 Brunei and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.