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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Fall,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.