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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.