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 Monaco and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.