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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.