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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Rekid,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.