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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.