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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.