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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.