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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.