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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.