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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.