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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Monks,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.