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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.