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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scientists,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.