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 Chile 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.