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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.