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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.