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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.