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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.