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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.