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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.