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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.