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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.