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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.