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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Brick,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
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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.