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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.