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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.