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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.