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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Organ,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.