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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.