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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.