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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.