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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.