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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.