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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.