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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.