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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.