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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.