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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.