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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.