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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.