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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.