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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.