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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.