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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Country Teasers 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.