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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.