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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.