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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.