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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.