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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.