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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.