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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.