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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.