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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.