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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.