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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.