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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.