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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.