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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Moebius,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.