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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.