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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.