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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.