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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.