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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.