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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.