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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.