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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.