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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.