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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.