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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.