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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.