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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.