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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.