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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.