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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.