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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.