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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.