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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.