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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.