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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.