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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.