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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.