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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.