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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.