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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.