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 Armenia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.