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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.