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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.