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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.