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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Nas,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.