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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.