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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.