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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.