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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.