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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.