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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.