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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.