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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.