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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.