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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.