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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.