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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
cv313,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.