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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
the Association,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.