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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.