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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.