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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.