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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.