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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.