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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Technova,
Wings,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.