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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.