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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Tremeloes 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.