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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
CMW,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Oneida,
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The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.