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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.