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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.