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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.