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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.