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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Reuben Wilson 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.