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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.