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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.