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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.