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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.