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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.