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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.