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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.