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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.