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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.