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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.