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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.