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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Television,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.