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 Kenya and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Fear,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.