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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.