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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.