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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.