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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.