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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.