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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.