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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.