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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.