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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.