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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s 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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.