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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.