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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Association to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.