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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.