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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.