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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.