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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.