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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.