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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.