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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Pylon,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.