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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
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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.