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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Josef K,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.