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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.