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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.