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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.