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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.