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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.