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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Crime to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.