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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Names,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.