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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
the Association,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.