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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Nico,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.