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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.