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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.