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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 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 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 Lalann to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.