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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.