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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.