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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Television,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.