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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Quantec,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.