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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.