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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.