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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.