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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Can,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.