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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.