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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.