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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.