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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Suicide,
PIL,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.