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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.