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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.