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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.