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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.