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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.