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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
AZ,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.