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 Mauritania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.