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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.