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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Darondo,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Visage,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.