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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.