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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.