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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.