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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.