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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.