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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.