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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.