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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.