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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.