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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.