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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.