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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.