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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.