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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
X-102,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.