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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.