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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.