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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.