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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.