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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.