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 Niger and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.