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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.