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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.