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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.