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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.