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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.