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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.