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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.