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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Organ,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.