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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.