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 East Timor 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.