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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.