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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.