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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.