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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.