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 Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Television,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.