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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.