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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Litter,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.