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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
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 Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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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.