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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.