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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.