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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.