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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.