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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.