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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.