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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.