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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Television,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.