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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.