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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.