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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Television,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.