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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
CMW,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.