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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.