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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.