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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.