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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.