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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.