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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.