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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.