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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.