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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.