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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.