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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.