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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Mars,
Can,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.