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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.